[Big Chan]Hot child in the cityWalkin' round lookin' prettyPlayas call m SidityFuck pittyChitty chitty bang bangIt's a Westside thangBitches get banged onAnd stole onIn the city where the grass is greenAnd the palm trees leanBeen ballin'Shot callin' since 83I know the mothaphukin' industryAin't ready for meOr these ghetto fab queensAlready platlum in the streetsI even got them jail house niggasSendin' they cheese to meBig Chan in japanBitch I'm over seasI'm pimpin' this gatWatch me hidy flice these hoesLeave em short changedTake they fame and rollWacth em all fall to tha flo'It's a t-k-oAll you heard was Big ChanDon't hit me no mo'Shit this ain't a gameStreet niggas know the m-oI kill em with wordsServe em like them dealasDo them birdsYa heard meCan't a mothafuka serve meI still hold the titleReposessed it from some of myGreatest idolsYou punk ass bitches is hollowI cave yo whole fuckin' chest inMy nigga young LayHold it downIt's goin' downLike Holyfield and TysonThis is for them bitc ass hatasI'm signin' offI'm kickin' ass and takin' namesLate late late

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[Layzie Bone]She pulled the curtainFo' certainWe go'n leave these mothafuckas hurtin'Niggas never no bluffin'No perv'inLil Lay the greatRunnin' this earthI'm ready to serve ya rightNigga done paid my duesAnd took my losesIt's all about murder rightFuckin' with these Cleveland bossesWe flossin'Ya get paranoid'cause me and my boysMakin' noiseShuttin' shit downHeard the buzz around townThese niggas wanna fuck with me nowWell step in my arenaYou ain't never seen aLilttle nigga meaner then LayNigga back in the dayWhen a nigga had to play with the a-kBoys had em all blown awayNigga don't playI be flippin' my lidSippin' my ginMakin' mine'cause in 99I ain't wastin' no timeMakin' that moneyWhile I'm pushin' my lineDesign to prime niggaNigga with the automatic statusDaily on the triggaHatin' on me'cause I'm an original thugJealous of a nigga'cause I got these figuresMoney don't meanA gotdamn thingWe can go toe to toeBlow for blowSlug for slugA thug's a thugKickin' this hereJust to let you knowAin't a damn thang changedDoin' these everyday thangsAnd it consist ofBank bud the brew and the bitchesAnd the bustas never could hang nigga

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[Flesh~N~Bone]Now he better lay downTest me boyI trust my dawgsIn the name of the LordT-H-you-GWere not raised in hellJust sprayWith the G-A-G-ESmack em with the buck shotGuard your faceNext mornin'I read on the front page newsAnd o-bit-uaryYou stup[id mothafuckaShoulda known not to step to FleshNone the lessHe is one less bitchFor me to worry aboutFor the people in timeI s** my wineHit em up two timesWith a three peice nineThen dumps the body andHe's the one got the gunWith the most of niggasRealease the beastNeverthelessThey sleep in silenceIt ain't over for you snitchesCan't handle the truthIt hurts punkAnd the next shotOff the floorInside his stomachBitch now put em in the mudSlowly slowlySee it inside youOpen your mindDeep in your mentalFlesh'll get your bestShoulda made you realizeI stay thirsty by the fleshIt'll be test to try meLittle bit on the frontIn the aftermathWhen the long gone homeIt ain't shitThought you knew meTil I made it knownNothin' to pick up the gageExplotion blowContest not the Fith DawgNever they knowCheck out my futureFrom the second leagueThey take out the streetsWhere this thugsta dwellAll up in St. ClairHit em up S-C-TWhere them hangNiggas trippin'Sippin' the fifth of roseEverybody buzzedSteady remenissin'On back and to think how they rollUnloaded for-fo'sNiiga makin' my money daily doubleIt's the reason they call me stackThat nigga to peel backYour mothafuckin cap